Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens - Chapter 482

Suddenly.

Think of the truth she heard at the imperial palace that night.

The female reporter only felt a buzz in her mind.

People’s cheers and excited cries, at this moment, like a false barrier in her ears, became blurred.

Like falling into the deep sea.

As if everything fell into bullet time in her eyes.

Medley Pucci’s face changed greatly.

Torrell, standing beside Rolando, frowned and leaned over to help him. He was still asking what happened to the old man today?

Suddenly.

The familiar smell of cigarettes, mixed with blood, floated into her nose.

It also awakened her confused consciousness.

Amelia caught a glimpse of Cole crossing her back. The gaze from the distant abyss, like an indescribable thing, made her heart suddenly produce the extreme horror of sweating hair.

Take a deep breath of air.

Fill the tight, suffocating chest.

The female reporter’s eyes swept through the crowd. Originally, she laughed happily and inexplicably became particularly chaotic. She was so upset that she just wanted to grab a pistol and kill them.

Kill yourself crazy!

This strange and extreme sense of terror comes and goes quickly.

instant.

Amelia, who regained control of her mind and body, was short of breath and looked frightened. She stood in place and screamed hysterically. She ran wildly in the direction of the crowd, waved her arm and shouted, “everyone, get out of here!”

Her voice burst out.

All the people present cast their eyes.

Puzzled, puzzled.

No one knew she was suddenly crazy.

Mingming Cole has executed the vampire king. Now it’s a time to celebrate the victory. Why let them leave suddenly?

Roland knelt on the ground.

The evil dagger originally inserted in his chest has been fully integrated into his body and soul.

His complexion was white.

Kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, gritting his teeth with his last breath, he said to torrel, “go… Tell her majesty that everyone must leave at once!

That thing… It… Is coming! ”

That’s it.

Rolando raised his head, let out a low roar of pain, and then shouted, “cole!”

A sudden change.

To the consternation of everyone present.

No one knows what kind of madness the judge is going, and why he fell to the ground in such pain.

Maybe they are too slow to the power of darkness.

Don’t wait for torrel to ask carefully.

The numbness of his scalp, like a cold, wet thing, wrapped around his neck and went deep into his abdominal cavity, greatly changed his complexion!

Even the great devil imprisoned in his eyes became irritable.

All the way to the queen.

After a brief explanation of the reason.

A horror story about an evil god who does not belong to the world and is waiting around, crazy spread in the crowd!

Facing vampires, or witches, who can see and touch dark creatures.

Human beings are not overly fearful.

Only evil gods.

It’s like the scariest bedtime story I’ve ever heard in my childhood.

It’s like a primitive fear of deep darkness and the unknown.

Nothingness, something of fear that cannot be guessed and resisted.

Absurd and weird, but real.

In an instant.

They packed up the equipment set up on the grassland to record the previous amazing war, and ran away like a wild horse.

It’s also at this moment.

The terrible sarcoma spread wildly in Rolando’s chest, flooded his chest and covered his neck and limbs.

Cole walked quickly.

Before his soul completely fell into the abyss of pain, Rolando knelt on the ground, looked up, looked at him with gradually dilated pupils and said, “this is… Our… Last chance, Cole.

Hold… ”

I haven’t finished yet.

A ferocious sarcoma completely engulfed his body.

Matt ush’s expression was startled, his eyes widened, and he looked at Roland so sadly dead in front of him, without any resistance.

Medley grabbed his shoulder, stepped back and said in a deep voice, “it’s troublesome to say, Matt.

Be careful, it’s coming. ”

Cole’s eyes were cold.

Stand where you are.

Take out a cigarette and light it slowly.

later.

Since Rolando’s feet, the earth began to change.

Spread far away.

Withered weeds turn into twisted flesh and blood.

The scattered rubble turned into a pile of human bones.

Even in the severe winter, the hard frozen land began to soften and turn into mud.

This time.

It was too late for everyone present to escape.

Unspeakable darkness.

Cover the light from the sky.

Strange and absurd laughter and madman’s nonsense, like auditory hallucinations, sounded intermittently in everyone’s ears.

gradual.

All those who ran for their lives were forced to stop.

Looking down from here, under the vast evil darkness.

The people standing on the ground are as small as ants.

Their feet fell into the stench of mud, raised their heads, looked around, and looked in horror at the terrible changes around them.

“Shit! What the hell happened?!”

Finally.

When a pair of eyes appeared in the dark void, like the reflection of the abyss.

Creeping dark tentacles fell from the sky.

Sticky.

Like a skinned octopus.

One by one hanging around the people.

Even more bizarre.

None of the people present screamed in horror.

Until Rolando, who fell to the ground… Or sarcoma monster, got up, stared at Cole with his strange eyes, and issued an incomprehensible but clear strange scale.

Long.

Deep.

“Finally… His successor broke the rules of the millennium and brought me to the world.”

Cole stood where he was.

Everything in front of him was like seeing the abyss of pain for the first time.

Not true.

Not false.

however.

If it had come before, Cole would have been afraid.

And now.

He finally understood.

Where is this evil thing, which claims to be the Lord of pain and whose real name is wunizakue zineher.

Not hell.

Nor is it what Roland said, a strange space that he could not speculate.

Cole raised his hand.

This familiar feeling… The etheric world.

To be exact.

This ghost has been hiding in the curse borne by Roland and, the Millennium agreement.

An abstract concept that even Cole can’t find.

Take a deep breath of a cigarette.

Roland is worthy of being an intelligence born demon hunter. With so many successors, only he is keenly aware that the existence of the Lord of pain is not a devil and will evil god in the traditional sense.

Or an extraterritorial evil god who is beyond the gods.

It’s more like… A concept born in abstraction.

The God of the etheric world who produces self-consciousness after being distorted by some evil thing.

Look around at the changes.

It is not so much that it changes the real material world.

Let’s say.

It is the etheric world that spreads out abstract concepts and then covers here.

It’s very similar to the case in Newcastle.

But since this is the etheric world